Lyrics of Life
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
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Iraq
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Mar 16, 2026
IT WAS AFTERNOON¹
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It was afternoon the sky dressed as spring. One moment more and it would have conducted the dance of death in the city. It was afternoon. In...
Mar 14, 2026
MOUNTAINS
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A prisoner condemned to life. Chains round his ankles, handcuffs, in a narrow jail cell. He dreams like horsemen, the horses and the wind. H...
Feb 28, 2026
Answer
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After Halabja* suffocated, I wrote a long complaint to God Before everyone, I read it to a tree. The tree cried. From one side, a bird, a po...
Jan 24, 2026
Part of the sorrows and suffering of Kurdish girls (1941)
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The sorrow and suffering of Kurdish girls cannot be told in a hundred stories From the ranks of humanity, they have been driven away lower t...
Jan 21, 2026
Sweet memories (1974)
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The happy day of Kurdish youth is still hidden by a heavy black cloud until the face of the city´s daughter is hidden from the eyes Your vei...
Dec 29, 2025
Picture - Kurdish Poem
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Four children a Turk, a Persian an Arab and a Kurd were collectively drawing the picture of a man. The first drew his head The second drew h...
Dec 22, 2025
I am Kurdish ( أنا كردي )
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I challenge poverty, privation, pain. I resist times of oppression with strength. I have courage. I do not love angel eyes, skin white as m...
Dec 15, 2025
BORDERS
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Adored land, my country, a love that I had lost.. if you had been remote in an inaccessible sky or at a summit of the world I would have ...
Aug 7, 2023
The Veil of Religions
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If You are One And Your teachings are one, Why did You engrave our infancy in the tablets of the Torah, And ornament our youth with the Gosp...
May 10, 2021
My Poem Will Not Save You
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Remember the toddler lying face down on the sand, and the waves gently receding from his body as if a forgotten dream? My poem will not turn...
Sep 4, 2012
The Game
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He is a poor pawn. He always jumps to the next square. He doesn’t turn left or right and doesn’t look back. He is moved by a foolish que...
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Mar 23, 2011
America, America
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God save America, My home, sweet home! The French general who raised his tricolor over Nuqrat al-Salman where I was a prisoner thirty ye...
Feb 7, 2011
The Dragon
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A dictator, hiding behind a nihilist's mask, has killed and killed and killed, pillaged and wasted, but is afraid, he claims, to kil...
Oct 10, 2010
Reality
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In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes,...
O my Lord, if I worship you
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O my Lord, if I worship you from fear of hell, burn me in hell. If I worship you from hope of Paradise, bar me from its gates. But i...
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